Warnings none but fluff for @jtargaryen18 30daysofChris
A/N Masterlist is here, just a quick drabble that popped in my head.
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Any other time you would love to be at Comic Con. In the crowd, watching a panel, walking the halls, letting your inner nerd fly free. But not today, not when you’re on the panel as an actress. You still cant believe that you managed to land a role in a Marvel movie. You were an ordinary woman who took a chance at an open audition. They loved you and you were offered a bigger role than expected. The entire process has been mind blowing from the audition to the filming including the response from the general public. Even though you were one of the villains, you quickly became a fan favorite.
You’re backstage, looking at the chaos as assistants and publicists run around making sure everyone is ready to go. The roar of the crowd is deafening, despite your already frazzled nerves, you peek between the curtains to stare at the crowd. You groan when you see how any people are out there. Robert pats your shoulder, it gets easier”
You sigh, “I hope so” as you close the curtain.
“So, where’s Chris” he cheekily asks.
“How would I know” you mutter, looking down.
He shrugs, “just asking’ as he smirks at you over his sunglasses.
Uh, huh you think.
You know where Chris is. He knows you know where Chris is. Your relationship had been one of the worst kept secrets on set.
Chris had been the first to introduce himself during the table read. You didn’t believe he was flirting with you at first until he asked you out. The two of you had been dating for the past six months. While it was an open secret on set, the public didn't know yet. There were so many times you almost slipped up , between you and Tom trying to give away movie spoilers in every other interview, your fellow actors were about to duct tape both of your mouths shut.
You hear a soft bark and look over your shoulder to see Chris walking in with Dodger. He had to bring him because of a scheduling issue, no one would be able to watch him and Chris hated to leave him with strangers. Before you could go up to him, you were being called to the stage with the other protagonists and Joss.
As you were being introduced, you hear a commotion behind the curtain and Dodger is running past six other people on stage. And sits directly in front of you, tail wagging. The crowd growing quiet as they watch you and Dodger .
You can hear Chris calling for him, but he’s not budging. After a minute, you lean down and pet him, Dodger jumps on you. “Okay, go on Dodger, go to Chris”. He still wagging his tail, looking at you. You glance up at your fellow actors and they look amused. Thanks for the help. Sighing, you stand and walk to the back, Dodger dutifully following along at your side. You can hear the crowd muttering as you go. As you get close, Chris takes him into the back, ruefully smiling at you.
You see Robert chuckling behind Chris and you shake your head. Taking a deep breath, you walk back out and sit down at the panel, looking at your glass of water. You barely listen to Joss talk about the film. The panel opens for questions and you want to sink in your seat.
“My first question is for Y/N”
Clearing your throat, you look up to see the young girl at the mike.
“Why did Dodger run up to you and only you?”
You can feel all eyes on you. Ignoring the light chuckles around you, “It must be because I’m such a good person and dogs can sense that”. Good answer, you think. The crowd laughs and you start to relax. Until the next person walks up.
“My question is for Y/N”. Dang it.
“So we all heard Chris call for Dodger, but he only listened to you, why”, he asks, the crowd silent as they wait for your answer. Crap.
“…..”you clear your throat and take a sip of water. You look over at Chris, he smiles at you as he holds up his phone, he’s texting. The message flashes across your phone.
You look back at him and he nods. Okay then. “Because Chris and I are dating, and Dodger likes me more” you say. Look over, you see Chris is beaming and you smile.
The crowd get louder as the next person steps up. Before he can ask anything, the moderator says, “Do you have a question about the movie”
He shakes his head. The crowd laughs.
Later that night after multiple phones calls from your families, friends and publicists, you and Chris make it back to the hotel room. You are laying beside Chris as you watch tv. You open a snack and Dodger walks over, “Nope, snitches get nothing” you say. He looks at you , wagging his tail hopefully. You glare at him for five seconds and then give in.
Chris looks over, “See that’s why he likes you better”
“Why did he even run off like that” you ask as you continue to feed him.
Chris looks down and shrugs, “No idea”
Earlier at Comic Con
He was kneeling beside Dodger watching you introduce yourself, “look at Y/N, dodge, she’s so pretty isn’t’ she boy, we love her don’t’ we, huh we love Y/N” he rambles petting Dodger’s head. The pup getting more excited with every word.
ma'am may we have some dark king steve or chris smuts thank ya ma'am
your king
king!steve rogers x reader
warnings: dark!steve rogers, noncon, loss of virginity, violence, multiple deaths, this lowkey scared me, i feel sorry for your cold back :( ,i never do proofreading, my brain farted this fic out soz bout that
word count: 2.2k
an: wat da feuk this is not a fucking drabble also, i tried to use ‘medieval’ words and you could probably tell by reading the first paragraph but that didn’t work out so the ending went wack ratatata also, omg this my first medieval au so go easy on me
masterlist
The snow that used to be a picturesque scenery was now everything but not. The usual sight of white snow blanketing every house in the little town that your family reigned and your people prancing around the crystalline surface of the snow was reshaped into something sinister. The once affable little town turned into an appalling mess of a borough. The white snow was now covered in the crimson liquid that once belonged to the people you considered as friends. The crystalline ice that was once filled with joyous laughter from the younglings was now filled with choking sounds from the bodies that are desperately trying to latch onto dear life as their slit throats paint the clear surface with the color of maroon.
The man who orchestrated the massacre of your family and the people of your town called himself many titles. His face was filled with pride when he introduced himself in front of your family. He called himself King Steve, the King of all kings, Maker of Change, Conqueror of Lands, and the Holder of the Shield. It was a lot of titles and everyone from your town was confused until the proud look on the intruder’s face turned into a sickening grin. Everyone soon discovered what it meant when his men started the attack. Your town is known for being a peaceful area and having peaceful townsfolks, no one the heart or the mastery of wielding a sword so it was only a matter of time before everyone you knew went down. The man who’s called King Steve made your royal family watch as his men slaughtered your people. After your town was filled with nothing but blood and carcasses, King Steve told your father of his plans.
He told your father that he will no longer be the king and your mother will no longer be the queen, however, you were to be his queen. When he then turned to you with a foul smile before making long strides over to you, your father forced himself up from his kneeling position to step in front of you with a protective stance. “You’re not going to touch her.” You never heard your father speak with so much hatred and venom in his voice. King Steve laughed dryly before he raised an eyebrow to your father. “What are you going to do, stop me?”
Your father’s face was filled with determination when he nodded at the man. “Are you certain that you’ll fight me? You can give me your greatest warrior and I can fight him instead.” He then looks around in an exaggerated manner before looking back at your father with a smirk. “Oh, right... All of your people are dead.” He continued on taunting your father until your father’s voice boomed. “I will fight you and in return, you’ll leave my family alone.” Your father never looked mightier than at that moment. The man gave a small laugh before nodding and getting into a fighting stance.
Your mother was looking at your father with fearful eyes, quietly praying for the gods to look after him while you were watching everything unfold in front of you. Your father turned to look at you and your mother before giving both of you a reassuring smile. Everything happened so fast because the moment your father turned back around; the man’s huge hands made its way to your father’s head before snapping it to the side with a loud crack. Your father fell limp on the floor and your mother let out a shrill scream. The man clapped his hands before smiling at your mother. “You should never turn your back on the enemy. A simple rule when it comes to combat.” He shrugged before kicking your father’s body before turning to walk towards you once more.
Your eyes widened in shock when your mother let out a scream as she stood up, running towards the man with a small dagger clasped in her hand. Before she could stab the man’s back, he turned around and held her armed hand and prying it away from her. He held her body against his chest as he looked at you. Your mother looked at you as well, tears continuously falling down her face. ‘I’m sorry’ she mouths before the man plunged the dagger down her chest all the while watching for your reaction. You couldn’t do anything but to watch as the life left your mother’s face and your father lying dead on the floor.
“She’s got more fight in her than your father did, I must admit.” The man wiped the blood on the dagger with your mother’s dress before pocketing it. “Why are you doing this?” It was your first time speaking and it was the first time he heard you speak, thus the smile appeared on his face. “So, the princess does speak. I was worried I’ll have a mute queen by my side.” He walks over to your father, bending down to take the huge robe covered with fur from your father’s body and putting it on. He looked back at you before grinning. “Do I look like a proper king now?”
“You’ll never be a king” You gritted your teeth before spitting on the space in front of his feet. He made a quick move towards you before gripping your face and glaring at you as his nose flared in anger. “I just killed your so-called king. I have killed lots of kings who weren’t strong enough to protect their people. Your father was the easiest to kill. This town was the easiest to conquer, thanks to your father. Your father was no king.” His grip on your face got tighter and your cheeks were starting to hurt. “And you think you’re better than him?” You glared at him. He laughs before letting go of your face. “Oh, princess. I’m better than everyone. I’m the fucking best and you’ll learn that in time.” He steps away from you before whistling out until a number of his men came entering the room. “Take her out of her garments and move her outside.” And with that, he disappeared out the door before his men started manhandling you out of your clothes until you were completely bare and filled humiliation as they carried you out and threw you on the cold surface of the snow.
“Am I in heaven? You look better that way, princess.” The familiar voice made you cover your body with your hands as you looked up at the man who took everything away from you. He was covered with your father’s robe as he stood tall in front of your body. He squatted down until you were face to face. You shivered though you didn’t know if it was because of the closeness of his face or the coldness that was surrounding your bare body. “Is my princess cold?” He tilted his head and cooed at you before opening his arms along with the robe, revealing his naked body under it. Your eyes snapped down at the sight and he only chuckled in response before sighing. “If you don’t want to catch a cold, I suggest you come into your king’s arms.” He smiled at you before frowning when you crawled away from him, ignoring the sting of the cold ground under your body.
In an instant, his body is on top of yours. You flayed under him until he had your hands on either side of your face while his body is in between your legs, cock brushing the inside of your thighs. “You would prefer to die instead of being my queen, is that it?” He leaned down to nip on your right ear before whispering. “Too bad. I’ll make it my mission to protect you and keep you alive. I’ll make you my queen whether you like it or not.” He moves his head down your neck and began sucking on your skin. You wiggled under his hold until you felt his cock rub against your folds earning a moan from him that made you immediately stop your movements.
He grunted before pulling away from your neck. “Don’t stop now, you little tease.” He leaned down, breathing close to your face. He moves his hand down your body, groping your breasts and pinching the tit when you tried to wiggle away. Your back arched at the unfamiliar feeling and he chuckled as he watched your reaction. You watch him as he sucked on his fingers, eyes squinting in question at his actions. “Got to make this little cunt slippery for my big cock.” Your eyes widened as his fingers started playing with your folds until you felt it rubbing your opening. “Don’t do this. You’ve already done enou—” You cut yourself off with a gasp as one of his fingers intruded into your slit. You could feel his finger moving around inside of you as he continued pushing it inside of you. “What are you, a virgin?” He chuckled before biting his bottom lip as he watched your eyes close in discomfort. “Ahh… I should’ve known. Don’t worry, my queen. I’ll make sure you’re wet enough for me.” He added another finger and you grunted at the disagreeable feeling. “Shh.” He cooed before your body jolted when you felt his thumb rubbing against your clit. “You like that?” He laughs at you when you shook your head. “Stubborn little one, aren’t you? No worries…” His rubs got faster and you started to feel light-headed as something started building up inside you, begging to come out only to be stopped when he completely pulled his hands away from your cunt.
“W-what?” You asked dumbly. “You almost came on my fingers, princess. We can’t have that now, can we? You can only cum on your king’s cock.” He palms his cock before taking a hold of it and guiding it towards your now wet cunt. He rubbed it against your shimmering folds until your hands moved towards his abdomen, eyes pleading him to stop. “Please, don’t do this. I’m begging you…” Desperate for him to stop his actions, your eyes started to tear up and you saw him clenching his jaw before moving away from your body.
You breathed out a sigh of relief only to yelp in surprise as your body got turned around, your chest pressed against the white snow and hands restrained onto the small of your back as his body was back on top of yours. He presses a kiss on your cheek before shushing you when you cried at the feeling of his cock rubbing on your slit. “Shh… It’ll be quick.” He presses a kiss on your head before a hand covered your mouth. You let out a piercing scream when you felt his huge member penetrating inside your cunt at an unforgiving speed. He stopped halfway, telling you to breathe and wiping tears from your face. “P-please… I-I can’t! I can’t!” You wiggled under his body, stopping when he pushed his cock deeper and bottoming out, earning breathless cries from you. “Fucking tight and warm for me.” He grunted above you, ignoring your cries as he pulled halfway before slamming back in.
He continued penetrating his cock into your cunt until your cries got quieter. He pulled out before flipping you back onto your back, his hand wiping the snow from your chest before slithering his cock back into your cunt slowly. He wiped the tears from your face before thrusting into you slowly. You started getting used to his size but your once virgin cunt was sore from the harsh treatment it got. Your clit was still sensitive from his earlier actions so when he rubbed it once more, your legs shook against his sides and he felt it. He started rubbing your clit faster as his thrusts got faster. You accidentally let out a whine and you saw his eyes lit up and his movements got even faster and his face got filled with determination.
The feeling of something building up inside you returned and you hear him groan above you. “That’s it. Cum for me. Cum for your king.” He grunted as his movements got sloppier. His thrusts got shorter and that’s when you felt it. Your back arched as your legs spasmed in delight around his torso. He leaned down to press a kiss on your lips before pushing his full length inside of you. You whimpered when you felt him twitch inside of you as spurts of warm liquids filled your walls. You were tense against his body but his kiss against yours distracted you from the feeling.
He stayed inside of you until your body started shivering against him. He finally realized how your back is still against the cold snow and he quickly pulled you up to press you against his chest, covering the both of you with your father’s robe. You looked back at the space you were just in and found droplets of blood, reminding you of how he took your chastity away from you. He softly pressed your head against his chest, forcing you to look away from your blood. “It’s over.” He whispers before rubbing your back as you cried against his chest. “You’ll learn to love me.” He kisses the top of your head before carrying you back inside, promising to give you a hot bath.
Author Notes: Follow up to Dirty Game. What can I say? Andy has taken over my life.
*Yet again another entry for @jtargaryen18 #30DaysofChris2020 Challenge*
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The mid-day BBQ was lively as Andy eyes you sitting on the decorative rock wall, squirming slightly in discomfort from your still wet panties. That was the problem, once you started to get heated it never went away. The wetness a constant reminder of what’s the come. Andy smirked to himself, loving the way you look so uncomfortable just sitting there in your own mess.
He wrapped his arm around you, tucking your head in the crook of his neck. Anyone glancing over would think it was a sweet moment between husband and wife. What they couldn’t hear was the little threats of what Andy was going to do to you that night. You tried your best to keep a straight face but as he whispered what was to come you couldn’t help but bite your lip.
“Little Girl, you pulled quite the stunt back home. You’re lucky we had some place to be or I would’ve taken you right then on the stairs. Hard.” You outright whimpered when his hand gave your shoulder a nice squeeze to emphasize his point.
“I’m going to torture that sweet pussy of yours once we get home. All. Night. Long.”
You closed your legs tightly not trusting yourself to not make a mess down your legs at his crude words. Clasping your hands together over your lap wanting nothing more than to touch yourself.
“Your pussy is going to be so sensitive and swollen by the time I’m through.”
Your breath hitches at his final threat. Andy sweetly kisses your temple and then gets up to go chat with his fellow colleagues leaving you there to contemplate the events to come.
Sometime later...
“Do not even think about cumming.” Andy’s stern voice cut through the blissful haze that was fogging your brain making it harder to listen to his commands.
Sweat trickles down your chest, leaving wet lines between your naked breasts. Muscles ache from overexertion, tight and rigid, waiting to fly off the peak that was just held out of reach.
When you arrived home from the party, Andy deemed “Edging” a suitable punishment, “You made us late today, so I think it’s only far that I make you wait to cum.” He pressed the Hitachi Wand into your hands as he told you to get comfortable on the bed, “You’ve got a long night in store for you, Little Girl.”
Now, you’re a panting, begging mess with your legs tied at your ankles, spread eagle to each bed leg. Arousal soaks your inner thighs and the bed spread below all while Andy stands over you at the foot of the bed, thoroughly enjoying the way your body looks teetering on the edge. Absolutely wreaked.
It’s been well over 1 hour now of torturous edging and you knew your body couldn’t hold out much longer.
“Up the speed.” Andy says sharply, his dark blue eyes possessively hold steady on yours. He smirks when you let out loud whimper, fresh tears slip down your cheeks, mixing with the stains of older ones.
You click the button up to the 4th speed. The vibe moves faster, 1 away from the highest, beating against your swollen pussy, instantly sending you to the edge of your peak. You break eye contact with Andy forcing your eyes shut as your body tenses up. Sucking in a huge breath you desperately shout out, “Daddy! I can’t. I ca-” as the words get caught in your throat you careen off the edge of the cliff. Slick spills from your sensitive pussy as you scream out your well-deserved release.
Once you float back down to earth from the mind shattering orgasm, you notice how quiet the room is. A gasp rips from your throat as you whip your eyes open and look upon Andy. He rubs his hand over his beard as his jaw clenches with irritation. You wince feeling the wave of displeasure roll off of him at your lack of obedience.
He silently shakes his head as he walks around to the right side of the bed. Rummaging around in his side table draw before brandishing a set of police grade handcuffs.
The Wand is ripped from your hands as he harshly binds your wrists in the cold steel cuffs. His voice drips with authority and anger as takes your jaw in a punishing grip, “I thought I was clear. You were not allowed to cum until I said so.”
Your bottom lip trembles in shame as you try to apologize, but Andy wasn’t hearing any of it. His grip tightens as he growls, “Don’t. Not another word out of you.”
Suddenly, the hand holding your jaw grabs your bound wrists and pulls you into a sitting position. Andy sits behind you, caging you in with his arms and legs as he makes you rest against his expansive chest. His breathing is slow and steady, he’s fully in control now, there’s no escaping him.
Leaning his head down to your shoulder, he switches between sweet kisses and sharp nips as he makes his way up your neck. You would’ve laughed since his beard always tickles your neck, but you didn’t want to upset him even more.
“Since you couldn’t follow my one command, I’ll make sure you follow my next one.” He whispers ominously as he takes your arms and lifts them high up over your head to hang around the back of his neck. Your fingers seek out the comfort of his soft hair but dig into his shirt suddenly when you notice Andy reaching for the Wand.
Instinct makes you move, wanting to escape whatever it is he has in store for you, but he’s quick with his left arm wrapping around your torso, easily stopping your movements.
“Look at me.” Andy angles his head a bit more to the side so you can lock eyes.
“Listen very carefully now, Little Girl… You are free to cum.” The smirk should’ve told you this wouldn’t be fun, but you were too anxious to notice.
Andy clicks the Wand on, setting it to the highest speed. You instinctively try to reach out to stop him from using that speed knowing just how painful it would be, but your hands are stopped short, locked around his neck. Andy shakes your torso slightly as he chastises you with a dismissive “tut”.
“You think you have control, Little Girl. Remember, you’re the one tied up and spread open like a wanton whore while a man twice her size takes advantage of her.” He snarls out as he lowers the wand to your pussy, making you yelp loudly from the intensity of the vibrations.
You fight against the binds, struggling with all your might while Andy holds the Wand down on your swollen pussy. He chuckles darkly in the hollow of your neck, “Come on, you weren’t fighting this hard to not cum before.”
The slick from your first orgasm made the wand slide over your clit with ease, sending shocks of painful pleasure up your spine. You scream as Andy forces an orgasm out of you, feeling your body tighten up and then go slack against his. “There we go. Good Girl.” His praise was only slightly heard as you were trying to catch your breath. The vibrations didn’t stop once your orgasm hit, he left the wand securely in place.
Andy sucks freely at your neck, moaning from the taste of your skin. “That was 1. Let’s see how many more I can force out of you.” He smiles into your skin as you start to thrash, your body coming back to life fighting against the intense stimulation he’s forcing upon you.
You try to clench your thighs closed, but it was useless with your ankles being tied. Never the less, Andy saw your attempt and wove his legs between yours, stretching them open even further, “Don’t be silly. You’re not going to stop me from getting what I want.”
Your hips were spread so wide, the ache was unbearable. Tears flow freely down your cheeks as you felt another wave of pleasure spark to life. You choke back the tears as Andy’s voice distracts you, “Ahh, there it is. It’s starting to feel good again, huh, Little Girl?”
His arm lifts from your torso to palm each breast with fervor. He plucks at your nipples and slaps them roughly causing you to convulse and gasp out as the added sensations cause you to hit your peak once again.
A harsh cry cuts through the heavy air in the bedroom as your body ignites. Strong shocks pepper your skin as your feet pull at the binds hard, toes curl in on themselves as the wand keeps vibrating.
You gather enough coherency to shake your head, the words come out a jumbled mess, “Plea- …Ah! No-… No mor- AH!” Andy slaps the right side of your face with his left hand, then grabs your jaw digging his fingers into your cheeks, hushing your pleas, “You brought this on yourself, so be good and take it.” Your cheek throbs as you felt his deep voice reverberate through your back and into your bones.
Andy slides his hand down the column on your throat, lying in wait for you to slip up and rubs the wand around your pussy, nestling it against your opening, eliciting a deep moan from you. You grab the hair at the base of his neck, pulling hard. Andy groans out and retaliates by sliding his hand down to your mound and exposes your clit to the wand. A shrill scream fills the room as you feel the strong vibrations beat against your clit sending you right over your peak. White light explodes behind your eyes as your body goes ridged and you cum for the third time that night.
You shriek trying to shake the wand and Andy off of you. His voice is menacing as he assaults your clit with the wand, “You’re going to cum again. I don’t care if you pass the fuck out. I want one more orgasm.”
A frantic weep is all you reply with. Your body was shutting down from the torture. You notice your feet were turning a slight reddish color from the bindings and your pussy was starting to go numb from the vibrations. There was no way you’d be able to cum again, you were slowly dismantling.
Shaking your head, you whimper out between tears, “Daddy, I can’t.”
Andy brushes back some sweaty strands of hair from your forehead, “Yes, you can. Let Daddy help.”
Andy releases his hold on your mound letting your clit hood go back in place. You sigh contentedly as it gives you some relief from the wand. Your eyes go wide as his hand reaches your face, settling over your mouth and nose, trapping what little air you had left inside your lungs.
You squirm against his hold as his large hand easily covers half of your face exerting his power over you. Your heart pounds in your chest as you try to suck in a desperate breath, lungs start to burn as your chest convulses fighting for air.
His pinky slides beneath your chin caging you in even more, “Don’t fight it.”
You will your body to listen and relax, but your lungs burn whilst your heart rate escalates even higher. Muscle fibers on the edge on snapping while you pull at both arm and leg bindings. The wave of pleasure starts to take over exactly when you notice the black spots dot your eyesight.
“Cum… Cum right now.” Andy releases his hold on your face allowing you to suck in the precious air that catapults you into one of the strongest orgasms you’ve ever had. Andy wraps his arm back around your body as you convulse and shudder in his grip. His legs hold yours to the bed as you jerk harshly from the onslaught of pleasure.
Your body’s numb while your brain fogs over with haze. You slump against Andy, the orgasm finally leaving your system. Little shocks ignite your body every so often as you come down from your peak making you jolt in Andy’s arms.
He brings your arms down to lay on your belly as he whispers praise, “Such a Good Girl.” You stare up at him with glazed eyes, sleep threatens to take hold any minute, but you want to make sure you made him happy. “Daddy, Happy?”
Andy chuckles, “Yes, Daddy happy.” He kisses your forehead as your eyes flutter shut, “You listened so well, Little Girl. Daddy is very happy.”
Pairing: Ransom Drysdale x Reader
Word Count: 1,758
Summary: You walk in on Ransom tampering with Harlan’s medicine, and Ransom is pissed. This probably won’t end well for you…or will it?
Warnings: Smut. Explicit language. Dark (intentions more than actions). Spoilers!
A/N: I received two similar nonnie requests so I rolled them into one fic for today’s installment of Thirsty Thursday ;) I’m also tagging @jtargaryen18 to include this in your #30DaysofChris2020 challenge, cause we all love a lil mean sweater daddy, right?
For reference, these were the original nonnie requests: 1) HC Request for if Ransom caught you being a witness with carrying out his dastardly plans X3 Would it be dark? 2) Could I get uh...Turkey sub er I mean a dark Ransom where he finds the reader in witness of his actions committing the crime (Like when he’s tampering with the medicine and he catches the reader) And he’s takes care of reader *wink* *wink*
You didn’t realize you’d walked in on something bad until Ransom slowly set down Harlan’s medicine bottles and stalked toward you.
Literally stalked, making you feel like actual facts prey for the first time in your life.
Fear shot through you like a bolt of electricity. Your eyes widened as Ransom towered over you, looking murderous. He quietly shut the door to Harlan’s room behind you before roughly shoving you against it.
He knocked the breath from your lungs, and you dropped the clean set of sheets you’d been carrying. “I-I’m sorry—” you squeaked as Ransom’s hand slid over your mouth, silencing you.
“You picked the wrong time and place to play shadow,” he hissed, white teeth bared in fury. His blue eyes were wild as they bore into yours, lips twisting into a sneer as your gaze grew wet and terrified. “Fuck!”
Ransom’s grip on your mouth tightened as he glanced away, thinking. His other hand held you against the door, fingers digging into the bare skin of your arm so hard the flesh was already bruising.
“You know, it was amusing at first, the way you’d pop up whenever I was around,” Ransom murmured, dark gaze returning to you. “Those big, doe eyes of yours taking their fill. Was a nice stroke to the ego, that the hot little maid had a crush on me.”
You shook your head in denial even as your cheeks grew warm at the lie.
At the truth of his words.
You hadn’t realized Ransom noticed your attention.
It was hard to keep your eyes off of him. Even though Fran and Marta warned you time and time again that Ransom was bad news, you couldn’t help the way your eyes were drawn to him whenever he visited. The way your heart skipped a beat when he acknowledged your existence. The way you came so easily late at night when you touched yourself and thought of him.
“Hey!”
You jerked at Ransom’s voice and the way he roughly shook you back to attention.
“I asked you a question,” he gritted. “What did you see?” He went to remove his hand from your mouth but paused, leaning in so close that his nose brushed yours. “You scream, I’ll fucking snap your neck, you understand?”
Your eyes fluttered as you nodded, a few stray tears spilling over your cheeks.
Ransom’s hand fell away from your mouth and settled on your shoulder. His gaze dropped to watch you swallow, the way the delicate hollow of your throat jumped.
“I-I didn’t see anything,” you whispered.
“Really?” Ransom scoffed. “You wanna try that again? The truth this time.” His fingers painfully dug into your flesh, and you couldn’t suppress the whimper that fell from your lips as you stared up at him.
His eyes darkened at the sound, gaze flickering briefly to admire the fit of your flowy little dress, the curve of your chest. When his gaze reconnected with yours, his eyes were unrecognizable, filled with a combination of desire and ill intent.
“I j-just saw you and…and Harlan’s medicine,” your voice was a feeble whisper.
Ransom’s jaw clenched, a tick jumping beneath the taut skin as he looked away. “Damnit,” he hissed.
“I won’t tell.” You spoke the words before you really thought about them, but once they left your mouth, you realized they were true.
I’d do anything for you, you thought as you studied his perfect profile.
His golden skin, the flawless slope of his nose, the sharp cut of his jaw, the stylish sweep of his hair. He was beautiful.
Ransom’s eyes snapped back to you, lips curling into a sly smirk. “Is that right?”
“What?” you asked, confused.
“You’d do anything for me?”
Your face flushed with embarrassment – you didn’t mean to say that out loud! You looked away quickly, mortified.
Ransom chuckled, and then he was shifting closer. Suddenly the warm weight of his body was flush to yours and the grip on your arms grew gentle. “Anything, huh? You must have it bad, sweetheart.”
You gasped as his knee slid between your thighs. You could feel the firm press of him against your core and squirmed, hands lifting to his chest.
For a split second, you considered pushing Ransom away, but then you got a good feel of the firm muscles that lay beneath his thin ivory sweater. It was like your brain took leave from your body as your palms explored along the broad expanse of him.
How many times had you pictured being this close to him? Touching him? Tasting him?
Your glazed eyes lifted to his before flickering to his plush, pink mouth.
God, you wanted to kiss him.
Ransom smirked like he knew exactly what you were thinking. He dipped his head closer, lips hovering over yours. His nose bumped yours as he tilted his face, moving closer.
You arched up on your tip toes, offering yourself. You whined as he swayed back a few inches, dark eyes glittering. “Please? Please, Ransom?”
He arched a brow. “I didn’t say you could call me ‘Ransom.’”
“I’m sorry,” you whispered, dropping your eyes in guilt. “It’s just…” you spoke before you could check yourself.
“It’s just what?”
You licked your dry lips, gaze flickering back to his. Another wave of heat flooded your face as you confessed, “It’s just habit.” Ransom’s look was questioning, so you elaborated, “Because I think of you every night…when I touch myself.”
“Christ,” Ransom breathed, rocking his body against yours. His hands dropped to your hips, testing the flare beneath the thin cotton of your dress. “You think of me when you get yourself off?”
You nodded, breath catching at the lust pooling in his gaze, at the desire pooling in your panties.
“You cry my name when you cum?”
“Yes,” you whimpered, clutching his shoulders like a lifeline.
Ransom rolled his hips against you, pressing his growing erection against the softness of your belly. “I bet you’re soaked for me right now, huh, Y/N?”
Your mouth fell open at his use of your name. “Y-you know my name?” you whispered, fingers curling into his sweater.
“Of course I do. You know the only reason I caught you looking at me all the time was because I was looking at you first,” he lied easily.
You bit your bottom lip to try and suppress your pleased smile as your belly fluttered at his admission. “I-I didn’t know.”
“Well now you do,” Ransom cupped the side of your face, eyes intent as he watched you. “And you didn’t answer my question, sweetheart.”
“What?”
Ransom’s voice was a velvety rumble as he asked, “Are you soaked for me right now?”
You swallowed, finding it hard to maintain his intense gaze as you nodded. It was the truth. Your panties were a lost cause at this point.
A wicked smile curled Ransom’s lips. His hand brushed against your stomach, then lower, fingers sneaking beneath your dress until his hand was cupping your sex.
You gasped, spreading your thighs in invitation as his fingers traced along the front of your panties, then up to the little lace band before finally dipping inside.
“Look how fucking wet you are for me,” Ransom rumbled, stroking his fingers along your heat. “You’re desperate for it, huh?”
Two fingers suddenly pressed inside your tight channel, and you cried out softly, tossing your head back. Your hand fell to grip Ransom’s wrist. “Oh my god,” you breathed, arching against him to encourage his exploration, to drive his searching fingers deeper.
His touch was gone far too soon for your liking, and you pouted up at him as he grinned.
Laughing quietly, Ransom drew his wet fingers along your mouth, painting your lips with your own slick. “Time to clean up, little maid,” he hummed, pressing his fingers against the seam of your lips.
You didn’t hesitate to open up to him, moaning at your own taste and the firm press of Ransom’s fingers against your tongue. You sucked your slick from his fingers, tongue a swirling tease that had his eyes going impossibly dark as he gently pulled his hand from your mouth.
“I like how eager you are to please me.”
You smiled, a shy sweet thing. “I wanna make you feel good.” Your hand brushed against the bulge at the front of his slacks.
Grunting, Ransom rolled his hips into your touch, inhaling sharply before grabbing your wrist and squeezing it tight enough to make you chirp in pain. “Tempting, but we don’t have time for that right now.”
He stared at your pout for a few seconds before straightening. “Tell you what, how about you forget how this little encounter started, I finish up my business here, and then we go back to my place?” He gently drew his knuckles down your warm cheek, thumb grazing your bottom lip.
“Okay,” you smiled, pressing a sweet kiss to the pad of his thumb before you could think better of it.
There was another flash of heat in Ransom’s eyes as he straightened, slowly easing away from you. “Go back downstairs and finish up your shift, Y/N.” He gently pulled you away from the door. “Act like you’re heading home as normal, but park at the end of the road leading to the manor. Once I leave, you can follow me back to my place.”
You nodded as he opened the door and gently nudged you toward the stairs.
Ransom watched impatiently as you paused to throw him another besotted look before quietly making your descent. Once you were out of sight, he huffed, raking a hand threw his hair as he moved back toward Harlan’s medical bag. He finished swapping out the labels on the bottles and wiped them clean of fingerprints before returning them to their proper place.
He couldn’t help but grin as he moved toward the door. Sure, you may have been an initial hiccup in his plan, but now the deed was done. Harlan would pay for his betrayal, Marta would take the fall, and Ransom’s bank account would remain full.
And the cherry on top? He now had an alibi, and he got to spend the rest of the night buried in your sweet little cunt.
Ransom never had someone obsessed with him before, but this was definitely working in his favor. And when it didn’t anymore? When he got even the slightest hint that you were running that pretty little mouth of yours?
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Summary: You were certain that Steve Rogers would never want you. How could you possibly live up to Peggy Carter? You had no idea that the Captain had plans to make you his…whether you’re ready or not.
Chapter Summary: Steve begins to make plans.
*This chapter does not contain non-con.
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He hadn't meant to eavesdrop that day. Super soldier hearing didn't always make it easy to block out the conversations around him, but he never meant to intrude upon yours. He did his best to respect boundaries with you, even when he wanted more. When he heard the topic of dating though, he got curious. He never saw you with anyone. The thought of you dating anyone made his gut twist. No, he didn't like that at all.
"Oh, come on! This isn't the 1940's. Just ask him out," some agent told you, not really caring who.
"No. I'm...not interested," you said.
That coil in his gut tightened when he heard you say that. He had to admit, it hurt. Really hurt. It wasn't his pride necessarily, but something much deeper. It brought him back to years ago when girls left and right ignored him. Rejected him. Wanted nothing to do with him. He never thought you would be the type.
"You're such a liar. Everyone knows you're crazy about him."
A small smile touched his lips at that. It soothed the burn he felt in his heart. And by the way your heart raced, it helped confirm it. He had seen the longing glances and the way you sometimes got shy when he addressed you. You had sass at times, but you ultimately respected his authority. That pleased him.
"He isn't crazy about me," you said softly, like you were trying to hide how much it hurt. "I'm not Peggy Carter. Hell, I'm not even Sharon. I don't...I don't want to compete with a ghost or a memory. I don't want to be second place in anyone's heart. And that's exactly what I would be with Steve. So can we please drop it?"
He bit his lip, refraining from calling out and letting you know that you were wrong. It wasn't a competition. It was true that you weren't Peggy, but that was what held his attention. You were different. So wonderfully different.
"I think you would be good for him."
"You saw how he was when he came back. He wanted to be with her and he didn't get that chance. So just drop it. I'm serious," you snapped.
He swallowed a little. It was rough when he returned, but that wasn't your fault. He knew you tried to sound angry, but there were tears in your throat. He hated the thought of you crying. At least, sad tears. At night when he was alone, it was easy for him to imagine how you would look underneath him. Tears streaming down your cheeks from how badly you needed to come-
"Well...I think Bucky may have a thing for you."
Taking a small step back, he took a deep breath. It took everything in him not to destroy the door. Bucky was his best friend and he had come a long way after everything. He deserved to be happy. But...he didn't need you. Not like he did.
"You think Bucky likes me?" you asked.
For a moment, he looked at the ground with clenched fists. It sounded like you were suddenly interested. Surely he hadn't misjudged you. Not after everything. Even if you had a slight interest in Bucky, it didn't change the fact that you wanted him. Right? If he had to share you, he would have been the only logical choice...but just like you didn't want to be second best, neither did he.
"Trust me. He wants you."
His eyes darkened as he looked up from the floor. He wanted to shut that bitch up. The nerve she had to encourage you like that. No. That wouldn't do. If she kept at it, he would find a way to shut her up for good.
"He's a great guy. Really. And he's been through so much...Look, I thought we were done talking about this," you said before he heard your footsteps.
He quickly went to the other end of the hall, his speed easily making it look as though he just began to walk through. As you opened the door, he made sure to keep his face neutral. He couldn't give anything away. At least, not until you were ready.
"Captain," you said softly as you walked toward him.
The small smile that appeared when he looked at you made him want to throw you on the ground so he could bury himself deep. Did you have any clue what you did to him? He had to be patient. There would be time for that later. And you would love it. He knew you would.
"You can call me Steve," he said as he stopped. "I've told you that before."
"I know, but I can't help it."
It was because you were respectful. And you followed his authority. You trusted him. That trust would flow into the next part of your life...Your future with him. It would be everything you wanted and more. He would see to that.
"Steve," the agent he couldn't care to even remember at the moment chimed in.
"Captain," he corrected her sternly, keeping his eyes on you. "Enjoy the rest of the afternoon."
"Thank you," you said, giving him that soft smile he loved as he began to walk again.
He refrained from looking back. He had to do something...Something he should have made the moment he met you. It wasn’t easy to be patient. Not when you were so close. You were certainly right about one thing. He HAD changed once he came back. Or maybe he just was like this all along.
*****
"I don't think Cap likes me very much," Katrina told you later on that day.
"I'm sure he does," you tried to assure your friend. "You just...don't really show him the respect he deserves."
That was the nice way of putting it. She didn't respect him at all. She did her job well enough, but was terrible about hiding how she felt about the Captain. You warned her not to be too vocal, which made her tell you to be MORE vocal. You spoke up, but in different ways. If you challenged the Captain, it was never without reason. You knew she did it just to get a rise out of him.
"Look, I'm not saying that he shouldn't be respected. He just acts like he's special when the entire team saved the world."
"He IS special," you said. To you, he was. It sounded pathetic to your own ears, which made you feel worse when you caught the look on her face.
"Just because you want to jump on his dick doesn't mean I have to suck up to him," she said with a shrug.
"It isn't that," you argued quickly. It truly wasn't. You were into him. Everyone seemed to know that, except for Steve. You also admired him. He had given so much of himself to the world and it was a better place because of it.
"Any other skinny guy out there could get a serum like that and become a hunk. That's all I'm saying."
"You're ridiculous," you sighed with a shake of your head.
"I'm right. And he needs to get laid. You both do. You can finally say you lost it," she continued.
That made you glare at her. You didn't need anyone teasing you about your virginity. You just wanted your first time to be special, as cheesy as the thought was. And, yes, maybe you imagined that Steve would be the one. A girl could dream.
"And...this is where I leave you," you said as you got to your room.
"Think about Bucky. Seriously. I think he could give you quite the ride," she teased, wiggling her eyebrows.
"Why am I friends with you?" you joked as you opened your door.
"Your life would be dull without me!" she smirked before she leaned in closer. "And I'm serious. Try and forget about Rogers. Something is just...off about him."
You gave her a funny look as she headed to her own room. You weren't sure what she meant by that. Maybe it was just the fact that he was a man from a different time. Then again, so was Bucky. Why was he different from Steve?
"Stop thinking about him," you whispered to yourself as you went into your room.
Your room was standard, like the other agents and members of the new S.H.I.E.L.D. No one got special treatment in that area. After initially losing to Thanos, the Captain and Black Widow had done their best to show the world that an expanded team was needed once again. Trust wasn't easy to regain after H.Y.D.R.A., but they had slowly gained traction. And with some of the Avengers leading the way, every new member was carefully evaluated and considered.
Glancing at your dresser, your eye caught one of the only photographs you brought with you. It was your favorite photo of you and your parents. Their only child, you truly were their pride and joy. They always loved and supported you. Watching them turn to dust that fateful day still haunted you.
It was almost by chance that you met Steve. When you had spoken up at the support group, you mentioned that you still tried to see the good in the world. There were still people that needed to be saved. He stopped you before you could leave and asked if you really meant what you said about helping people. The rest was history.
After the snap was reversed, your parents came back. It took you some time to find them and, even then, it almost didn't feel real. They were shocked to see you five years older. You still had nightmares where you repeatedly watched them turn to dust. Those nights it was always tough to go back to sleep. Steve caught you crying once in the common area over it, but he had been kind enough not to push.
"My door is always open if you need someone to talk to."
The tiniest smile touched your lips as you took off your shoes. Steve was always kind and looked out for you. And thanks to him, you had your family back. Katrina didn't know what she was talking about. There wasn't anything off about him. Unless...Did he see you as a little sister? Maybe your friend was trying to let you down gently in her own way.
You paused and glanced back at the photograph, frowning as you went over to pick it up. It usually sat right in the middle of the dresser, but it was slightly to the left. You shook your head as you fixed it. You couldn't remember moving it, but you must have done it when you got ready that morning.
"Miss you guys," you said, going to curl up on your bed.
Of course, your mind drifted immediately back to Steve. Feeling insecure bothered you. It wasn't easy to get over a crush. You didn't like to give up on anything, but was it giving up if you never had a chance? Who could win against a ghost?
*****
Steve was staring down at his phone, watching the live feed from your room. Having agents on the compound now made it much easier to keep track of where everyone was and what they were doing. He had to admit technology like this was something he liked about the modern day. And it was surprisingly easy to set up a few extra things in your room today.
Watching you curl up on your bed put a smile on his face. And, like he suspected, you put the photo back right where it was meant to be. He couldn't help himself. Being in your room and so close to your things, he just had to look. You were close to your parents, but couldn't let them get in his way. And if your friend didn't keep her mouth shut...
A small part of him felt guilty. He really did try to respect your privacy, but his hand was forced after what he heard. What if you tried to move on from him? He couldn't let you do that. He needed you. And he knew you needed him.
"Hey, punk. You have that goofy look on your face again," Bucky said as he got a glass of water.
"What?" Steve asked as he looked up. "I don't know what you're talking about."
"Yeah, you do. I know you. Talk to me."
"It's nothing," he swore as he set his phone down. He wasn't ready to share this yet. It wasn't selfish to want to keep a little something for himself, was it?
"Actually...I wanted to ask you something. What do you think of Kitten?" Bucky questioned as he sat down.
"Kitten" was your nickname that caught on quickly. Bucky still called you "doll", but the affectionate nickname stuck after a small incident and you didn't seem to mind. It actually happened when you were defending him. Some hotshot tried to go toe-to-toe with him and you immediately stepped in.
"Aww. The kitten thinks she's a tiger."
"And you better hope I don't slice you with my claws."
"I don't know...I kind of like kitten," Bucky smirked.
"What about her?" Steve replied casually.
"I just...wanted to know what you think about her. She's sweet," he smiled softly.
He drummed his fingers against his thigh as he watched his friend. That familiar, soft smile. It reminded him of the old days. When he had a new girl on his arm. You were more than a flavor of the week. You wouldn't be treated that way. And you were better than that.
His imagination was getting the best of him. Buck didn't even say why he was asking. And he wasn't the same man as before. He had been through hell and worse. It was easy to see why he would be drawn to you.
"She is sweet," he agreed carefully. "She's...a hard worker. Kind. I think she's a good woman. A great woman, actually. And she deserves to be taken care of, don't you think?"
Bucky nodded silently. "Yeah, she does."
"Why are you asking?" came out before he could stop himself.
"No reason," his friend smiled back.
"Bullshit," he thought. He wasn't going to lose his chance at happiness. You were going to be his...His best girl. After all, he was the man with a plan.
Warnings: A little language, some banter. It will get smexy in a follow-up but this is pretty fluffy for me.
Summary: The uncle of one of your daughter’s friends is an annoying asshat.
A/N: Today’s contribution to my #30DaysofChris2020 challenge.
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“Let’s go girls!”
Would this prick shut up?
You’d only been living in this dull New Hampshire town for about a month. It was your little girl’s first soccer game as a Petunia. Your Charlie was a good player, was doing well out there even if the team was losing right now.
And the asshat in front of you was really ruining your enjoyment of the game. He was one obnoxious yell away from you smacking him across the back of his stupid head.
The whistle blew, the game continued. Charlie was off after the ball along with a blonde girl about her size, number 21, who was a strong player too. With both girls going after the ball, you weren’t surprised when the two of them collided and went down, allowing a girl from the other team to steal the ball.
“Are you kidding me?” the asshat shouted. “Who’s the new girl? She just ruined my niece’s play!”
“She did not.” You couldn’t take it anymore. “They both went after the ball. That’s what they’re supposed to do.”
Angling those wide shoulders, the asshat turned his head in your direction. “My niece is the star of the team.”
You chuckled. “I know. You’ve been saying it the whole damn game.”
Shaking his head, he went back to watching the game. The collision had cost them a point and the game continued.
Now your Charlie and the asshat’s niece were really going after it, trying to one-up each other. The asshat’s niece, to her credit, did manage to score the next two points which tied up the game. One last play and the Petunias managed to steal the ball. Charlie took aim and scored the winning point.
The Petunia fans, including yourself and the asshat, stood and clapped.
Preening to the friends he brought with him, the asshat hooted, shouted.
“See that?” he asked, finally turning to face you. “My niece... won the game.”
There he stood in his baseball cap, round dorky glasses, and a goatee. He had a pink Petunias shirt. Cute. And the body? Well, that you couldn’t find fault with.
He had nice eyes too, bright blue. His gaze scaled you up and down. You were grateful that for once since you’d fucking been here he was silent.
“In case you didn’t notice,” you told him, folding your arms across your chest. “My daughter scored the winning point.”
And with that, you headed for the end of your bleacher row, smirking to hear his friends laughing as you made your exit.
You found Charlie on the field, gave her a hug. “I’m so proud of you. You did a wonderful job out there.”
Charlie flashed you that smile. The one that reminded you of her father and your heart squeezed in your chest.
“Did you give everyone the invitations?” you asked her, wanting to make sure before you left.
You could just tell by the look on her face she hadn’t.
“What’s wrong?”
“I didn’t give one to April,” she explained quietly. “I don’t think she likes me.”
“Which one is April?” you asked as the asshat and his group of friends wandered onto the field in your peripheral vision.
Charlie pointed at the asshat’s niece and you took her hand down. “Don’t point.”
“Can we just go?” Charlie begged.
“Why don’t you take her an invitation? Then we’ll go,” you told your kid.
“She doesn’t like me,” Charlie argued, chewing her lip now.
You gave Charlie the look.
“She might if you give her an invitation to your birthday party,” you told her. “She finds out she’s the only one who didn’t get one and she really won’t like you.”
Oh, that made a difference. As you watched, your daughter reached into her backpack and pulled out one of the small pink invites. And yeah it looked painful, but you watched her slowly walk over to the blonde girl who stood there with her mom, the asshat, and his friends in tow.
The blonde girl, April, looked delighted to get the invitation. You see?
Then they were running back in the direction of the bleachers together while you watched. April’s mom smiled at you and followed after them.
The asshat stood with his hands shoved in his pockets, grinning at you awkwardly now. Okay, he was kind of cute. What changed his fucking tune?
“Good game,” he said finally, grinning and nodding at you like he was Joey Tribianni. If the next words out his mouth were “how you doing?” you were going to deck him.
“It would have been if you hadn’t been an obnoxious asshole the entire time,” you told him honestly since the girls were out of earshot.
He looked about to say something when a nice-looking guy with a weathered outback hand and dark eyes clamped a hand on his shoulder to stop him.
“It’s true,” he muttered. The asshat, he really was cute, looked even more chagrined.
“If you’re not here to enjoy the game, why be here?” he finally shot back at you with a goofy grin, his gaze split between your face and your chest.
Nice.
You shook your head. “It’s a shame.”
“What?” he asked, that bit of bravado he mustered fading.
“That you’re such a dork,” you told him.
A really handsome older man with silver threaded through his dark hair laughed, the beautiful woman at his side at least turning so it wasn’t so obvious. The man in the hat died laughing.
“Jensen is such a dork,” the older man said.
Charlie, April, and April’s mom were headed back in your direction. You had to make your last shot quick.
“Why is being a dork… bad?” Jensen had to ask.
You looked him up and down, giving him the same treatment he gave you. How do you like it?
“It’s a shame because most dorks aren’t built like a brick-shithouses,” you informed him before motioning for Charlie and leading her out to your car.
You could hear the group of them snickering behind you.
***
Jake Jensen was mortified as he watched the new girl’s mom – oh, and she was a MILF – lead the girl away. He hadn’t even tried to apply his trademark charm and she’d called him on his bullshit. Damn. It was too bad because that was one gorgeous lady.
Blowing out an exhale, he watched dejected while his sister finished packing up April’s gear.
“What’s wrong, pal?” Clay asked him with a smirk.
“Jensen strikes out again,” he said, trying to play it off. “Bummer.”
“You didn’t strike out completely,” Clay told him, “with the hot girl… mom.”
That got Jensen’s attention. “How do you figure?”
“Yeah, you’re a dork,” Clay explained. “But that brick-shithouse remark?”
Jensen shrugged.
Aisha’s grin was huge. “That means she liked what she saw. You can work with that.”
Really?
“Oh, yeah?” he asked her.
The newest member of their team shook her head. “You really can’t read women at all, can you?”
“No,” Cougar answered before he could.
“What’s this?” his sister looked at the pink envelope April handed to her.
“Charlie gave it to me,” April told her. “She’s having a birthday party Saturday… I want to go.”
“Oh, honey,” his sister told her. “I can’t. I have to go to the cookout for work, remember? Uncle Jensen’s coming to stay with you.”
That gave him a great idea.
“Uncle Jensen could take you to the birthday party,” he offered, watching his niece’s grimy little face light up in excitement.
“Really?”
His sister looked at him skeptically. “You will, huh?”
Jensen nodded enthusiastically. “I’ll even take her shopping for a present before.”
“Can I, Mom? Please,” April begged.
His sister looked at him meaningfully. “They are new and I’m sure they are nice, but until I know them better, April doesn’t leave your sight. Understand?”
Jensen did “cross my heart” with his finger over this heart, noticing the rest of the unit had wandered towards the car.
Now he was looking forward to Saturday. They’d get there early. April could visit with Charlie and he could see what else her hot, hot mom might like.
***
You’d just gotten the cake pans in the oven when someone knocked at your door. Who in the world is that?
“Mom!” Charlie bellowed. “Someone’s here!”
“I’m coming.” You wiped your hands on a towel and made your way to the front door. It was just after noon and the party didn’t start until five, so you had no clue who that could be.
When you answered the door, there stood April with a present in hand, wrapped in a big pink bow. With her was her asshat uncle, Jensen, grinning at you in a way that you shouldn’t be reacting to at all.
But look at him.
You couldn’t take him to task for being so early without upsetting the girl and the bastard knew it.
Did you really have to put up with his ass for almost five hours?
“April!” Charlie squealed, running up to hug her new friend.
“Come in.” You didn’t really have a choice.
“Is that for me?” Charlie asked excitedly. At April’s nod, Charlie looked to you. “Can I open it?”
“Shouldn’t you wait for the party?”
“It’s something that will keep them busy until the party,” Jensen interjected.
“Is that so?” you asked. What is he up to?
Jensen followed you into the living room. No cap today so you got a look at his blond, cropped hair. It didn’t occur to you until he walked into your smallish house just how big a guy he was. It was warm so he wasn’t wearing a jacket today. Just a t-shirt that was two sizes too small with his jeans and…
Stop staring at the man.
Oh, but he caught you, winking as he turned his attention to your daughter delightedly ripping the wrapping paper off her gift. And what did she have in her little hands? Of course. A video game.
“Mom! Look!”
Oh, you saw. Your desktop was on the fritz because you hadn’t had a chance to find someone to look at it yet. That left your laptop which you’d rather not have her monopolize with a video game. It probably didn’t have the video card or memory she’d need to play it anyway.
You smiled brightly. Charlie had wanted that game for a while.
Damn him.
“Mom, can we play it on your computer?” Charlie asked while two eager faces looked to you.
“Honey, my desktop isn’t in good shape right now,” you explained. “You’ll have to go get my laptop.”
And with that, they flew out of the room, running upstairs for your bedroom and your laptop.
Well, fuck.
“What’s going on with your desktop?” Jensen asked, moving closer where you stood behind the couch.
You shrugged. “I ran an update right before we moved, and something went wrong. I haven’t had a chance to have someone look at it.”
“I’d be glad to fix it for you,” he said grinning.
Not look at it. Fix it. Someone was confident.
“And are you qualified to look at my computer?” You wanted to know.
“I am,” he told you. “’I’ve been part of an elite military team for several years. I handle tech for the unit.”
You snorted.
“Twenty bucks says you work for the Geek Squad at Best Buy,” you told him. “But okay. Since you’re here several hours early, that would be nice. I have a cake to make.”
Now he was grinning from ear to ear. “Take me to your desktop.”
The bedroom downstairs was smaller, and you’d made it into an office of sorts instead. There was a desk you’d found at the thrift shop and your desktop was set up there. Jensen plopped down in the chair and booted the system.
“You didn’t tell me your name,” he said idly as he started hitting keys, going into what you thought was DOS mode. No way you were touching that.
You told him your name. “You’re Jensen.”
“Or Jake,” he offered, still focused on the screen in front of him. “Oh, yeah. This is an easy fix. Plus, I can put in some upgrades here. You don’t have enough RAM, you don’t have enough memory, and I’m pretty sure your video card is from the 90s.”
“If you could just make it so that I can open Windows,” you told him. “That would be enough. I don’t want you to go to a lot of trouble and I’m going to have to save up for the rest of it.”
Jensen shook his head, grinning at you eagerly. “I’ve got everything in the car. I’d be glad to fix you up.”
“No strings attached, huh?” you teased him.
His face flushed crimson and you couldn’t help but smile.
When you’d called him a dork, you hadn’t realized how right you were. The man was adorable. His face was all red. He had no idea what to do with the innuendo.
And he had a body like that…
You decided to take pity on him. “Okay, show me what you’ve got Mr. Elite Military.”
That brought him back around, hooking a thumb in the direction of the street. “I’m going to run out to my car and get a few things.”
He just kept things like that in his car?
“I’ll be in the kitchen if you need me,” you told him. You needed to check on your cake.
You checked on the girls, all stretched out on your bed upstairs playing on your laptop. They didn’t need help getting the game going. You went back down to the kitchen, getting food ready for the party. You heard him come back in from his car early on but nothing else. Two hours had passed before you realized it. It was almost two-thirty.
You went to check on him, not sure of what you’d find honestly. Could he do all the stuff he said he could?
You didn’t expect him to be tooling around on your computer, the screen changing quick as lightning in a way it had never done for you. You came up quietly, you didn’t think he knew you were there.
He was looking at pictures from your beach trip last summer with your mom and stepfather. Specifically, pictures of you in your bikini.
“What are you doing?”
You giggled at how he jumped in the chair. You couldn’t help it.
“I was just… “ Jensen was struggling for something to say. “I was just making sure… Ah… I didn’t see anything…”
At least the picture of you in that small red bikini was a good one. “That’s probably the sauciest thing you’ll find on that computer,” you told him. “Otherwise it’s pictures of Charlie and documents for work.”
Jensen looked chagrined but grateful you weren’t taking his head off.
“It’s okay,” you told him. “I can’t ever remember that system moving like that.”
“Well,” he began and then proceeded to explain how he fixed it, the modifications he made. It was all over your head. You were just grateful he’d fixed it. Not to mention, he was pretty proud of himself.
“Can I give you something for fixing that?” you asked him.
You meant money but apparently his mind went somewhere else. His face went up in flames as he struggled to meet your gaze. How adorable could this guy be?
After a moment, he took a deep breath, dragging his gaze up to meet yours. “A date?”
Okay, that had your heart melting. You hadn’t know what to expect but the innocent way he said that…
“It doesn’t bother you I’m a mom?” you had to ask. Charlie was the most important thing in your life, so it was better to just get that out in the open.
Jensen shook his head. “Will I meet her father?”
You shook your head. “He was army. Killed in action in Afghanistan.”
Something in his expression…
“I’m really sorry,” he told you. You could tell he meant it.
“Anyway,” you approached the chair, liking that he had to look up to you like this. He was over a head taller than you when he was standing. “Thank you.”
Taking his face in your hands, you gently kissed his mouth. You started slowly, carefully. He seemed content to let you lead. His big hands landed lightly on your waist as he held still for you, moving his lips with yours in a careful dance. It was almost innocent in a way.
After a long moment, you pulled back, smiling at him. What was it about this guy? Bashful and flushed.
“Are you done here?” you asked.
“With the computer? Yeah,” Jensen replied.
“Well, don’t just sit there,” you told him. “We’ve got a party to set up. I could use a hand.”
Summary: Steve has his sights set on a new target, but he’s willing to wait until the perfect moment to strike.
Pairing: Dark!Steve Rogers x Reader
Word Count: ~1.4k (kind of a shorty)
Warnings: stalking, obsession, implied NON-CON (no descriptions)
A/N: Hello! So, this is my first dark fic. I read quite a lot of dark fics and so wanted to try my hand at writing some. This is pretty tame imho, but it is still dark. Thus, heed the warnings! This is also another submission to the amazing @jtargaryen18 ‘s 30 Days of Chris Challenge! As a general disclaimer: I DO NOT condone the actions depicted below (it’s just fanfiction, guys). To any and everyone who reads this, I hope you enjoy! Gif found here.
Steve met her at the grocery store one day. Despite frequenting the establishment over many years, he’d never seen her before – never once ran into her. She caught him off guard, being the one to initiate contact. With his past conquests, he was always the one to make the first move.
She made quite the first impression, literally walking into him. Her obliviousness to her surroundings irritated him at first. People, these days, don’t watch where they’re going, he chastised. But, as Steve would later come to learn, her absent-minded tendencies would allow everything to fall into place.
When he first saw her, he thought her average, unassuming, unremarkable even. Not the kind he usually went for. And yet – while he couldn’t quite put a finger on it – there was something about her that drew him in; something that called to him.
He couldn't take his eyes off her. Instead, he followed her around the store – watching with a burning intensity at the way she weaved through the aisles, grabbing exactly what she needed from the shelves.
He followed her out, watching her load her car before driving off. He stopped himself from following her home – he wasn't ready for another game just yet – but he found himself thinking about her over the next several days.
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This had never happened to him before; Steve couldn’t get her out of his head. The way she looked, the way she walked, the way she stood on her toes to grab something from the top shelf – her countenance filled his every thought. His previous targets had never overtaken his mind so fully.
He found himself going to that same store he met her at every single day, hoping to run into her again – needing to see her in the flesh. One day, he got lucky. She came back to do her weekly shopping, strolling down the aisles as before – walking the exact same pattern and grabbing the exact same items as last time. A creature of habit, he noted. That would make things easier for him.
He watched her closely. The image he'd pictured in his mind didn’t do her justice; she was even more alluring than he remembered. Having not laid eyes on her for so long, he wouldn’t settle for simple stares this time. He’d allow himself this one close interaction – something just enough to sate his appetite, for now.
He walked close by her in the aisle, grazing her ever so slightly. The floral notes of her perfume pervaded his senses, making his mouth water. He knew the scent would haunt his dreams until he could get close again – until he would get close again.
He was sure to duck out of the way before she got a good look at him, not wanting her to catch on too soon. Steve enjoyed this game he played, but the build-up – the suspense – always made the victory sweeter in the end. So, for the time being, he kept his distance – bided his time.
That didn't stop him from following her home, though. After all, he wasn’t about to make the mistake of letting her out of his sight again.
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Steve sat outside her house, watching her from sun up to sun down for weeks on end. Observing her every move under a careful lens worked to further his desire for her – increase his need to have her.
Normally, he wouldn't take this long – wouldn't draw out his game over so many weeks. In the past, he let the suspense build only for a few days – never devoting this much time to a single individual. While he was dedicated to a fault, Steve didn’t consider himself a particularly patient man. Patience is a virtue, he remarked. And he was more engrossed by his vices.
But, again, there was just something about her that enticed him – something that told him to take his time, beckoning him to discover more. And he found rapture in learning all there was to know about her.
Once he'd followed her home that first time, it wasn't hard to follow her elsewhere. He found out where she worked, where she shopped, where she liked to go out to eat. Always the same routine, week after week. And, week after week, Steve became bolder in his movements – his shadow lingering closer and for longer.
But still, he never stayed long enough for her to get more than a glimpse of his retreating figure. He hadn't made contact since their last interaction; he wasn't quite ready to up the game’s stakes yet. When he wanted his presence known, he'd show himself. It was always on his terms.
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Steve revealed pieces of himself little by little, gradually adding to the suspense. There was a reason why Bucky was the sniper while Steve preferred to execute his tasks by hand. Whereas Bucky was content to operate from a distance, Steve loved getting up close and personal; he craved the intimacy of peering into his target's eyes.
He was addicted to seeing the trepidation his game instilled in its players. It satisfied him to no end to watch his conquests’ fears emerge before his very eyes. He couldn’t wait to see that same expression on his new plaything’s face; he knew it'd be a beautiful sight.
Thus, he built up her fear over the coming days. He stood a little too long in her peripherals, letting her get more than a passerby’s glance. He left her doors unlocked after entering her home, letting her know he was close. He left little presents behind for her to find – those were his personal favorite – letting her know of his desires. With every move he made, he saw her fear begin to grow and spread.
She tried to change her ways – going to different stores, buying new locks, working different shifts. What a silly girl, he chided. Silly for thinking she could get away from him – for thinking he wouldn't follow her the whole time. And follow her he did, relishing in the paranoia he witnessed.
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All of his hard work has finally led up to this night. Her boss has been working her incessantly over the past week – her mind and body tired to the core. She’s begun to slip back into her old habits; as they say, they die hard. He figures this is the perfect night to finally come out of the shadows – finally reveal himself to her fully.
He opens the front door easily. His silly girl forgot about her new security systems in place – instead being used to the old ones. He passes by her discarded shoes and purse in the entryway, making his way towards her room. He hears a creak come from her bedroom – no doubt the loose floorboard beside her bed.
He walks into her darkened room, feeling her fear permeate the atmosphere. He can pinpoint exactly where she’s hiding; he doesn’t need to put up any pretenses. But, he decides to draw the game out just a bit longer – give her a sense of false hope. It all just adds to the excitement.
He walks around the edge of her bed, pretending to check in her closet and bathroom. He can hear her beating heart and muffled breaths – can smell the salt of her tears. Her invasion of his senses is a euphoric feeling. Finally deciding to end the game and claim his prize, he takes what he's been waiting for – been wanting all this time.
He pulls her out from under the bed, clamping his hand over her mouth before she can scream. He pushes her down – his weight keeping her immobile, pressed into the mattress. His other hand catches her wrists, keeping them locked between his and her bodies. He runs his nose along her neck; the scent of her perfume is just as intoxicating as he remembers.
He pulls back slightly, wanting to finally get a look at her face – at the expression he’s been waiting weeks to see. The sight is better than he ever could have imagined.
"Just a taste,” he whispers in her ear, seeing the recognition flash in her eyes. “That's all I want. Just a taste."
But he knows better – knows he isn’t being honest. Once he gets a taste – a small sip of her perfection – he won’t be able to stop until he's consumed her fully.
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A/N: I recently happened to read a somewhat similar story from @multifxndomtrxsh. So, if you liked this, make sure to go check out hers! Also, there’s now a sequel to this story told from Reader’s POV. I’d love to know what you thought! Thank you for reading and I hope you enjoyed!
Steve never associated spanking with sexiness or as anything erotic. He is a gentleman. He doesn't have such dirty kinks.
Sure he likes a nice plump ass. Your ass to be more specific. He loves seeing it in tight yoga pants, snug jeans. Hell he even likes seeing it in dresses that don't necessarily flaunt it. When he is forced to use his imagination.
He also likes seeing it in your cute pastel cotton panties. With stars or heart patterns. Or better yet, no panties.
He saw your ass perched up in your cute pink panties, he couldn't help it, his hand moved before he could even register what was happening. He slapped your ass, the smack echoing in the room, your ass jiggling, and your small yelp, made him oh so hard.
You looked so adorable when you tried to act like you didn't like it. Though the musky scent of your weeping sex clearly said otherwise.
From then on you'd act out, tease him, get on his nerves just to push him off the edge. He was extremely thankful to the serum when he could so easily manhandle you over his lap and discipline you.
"You're such a brat" He'd scold, smirking at your feeble attempts at getting away from him. He would deliver as many spanks as he saw fit for the situation.
Never more than ten or fifteen. Even as a dom Steve is really soft, he would never want to actually hurt you or cause you discomfort.
He'd dip his fingers in your folds, just because he couldn't help himself. You would always be so wet, unabashedly enjoying it. Does it actually count as punishment if you enjoy it?
He always uses his hand. He feels it's more intimate that way. Besides there's nothing like your hot warm skin against his palm.
He especially likes it when you'd present him your ass and demand to be spanked. Sure he maybe the dominant one on the surface but you are the one who is truly in control.
He is the king of aftercare. Rubbing baby oil or aloe over your raw ass after a tasking session. Seeing it all red, because of him, invokes a darker, possessive side of him.
He does feel a bit bad about being proud when he sees you struggling to sit on your swollen ass.
